Gray walls. Closing in. All around. If sanity were madness, and lunacy were stability, then yes. I’m of sound soul.
Rapid Palpitations of the heart. Shaky hands. Shot nerves. Swirling smoke. If salubrious was deleterious, and Addiction was sobriety, then yes. I am whole-souled aware.
Wealthy in mansions. Barely getting by in an apartment. Broken in a box. If the affluent were the destitute, and the penniless were opulent, then yes. I am of high society.
Staring. Laughing. Jerks and Mean Girls. If the popular and pulchritudinous were derelict and lurid. If the esoteric and eccentric were accepted and of ascendency, then yes. I am one of the most adored!
Shootings. Bombings. Murders and Manslaughter. If the abhorrent condemnation of craven clodhoppers were courageous endeavors for justice. And if the fool’s mortal assaults of mankind were nothing but paranoid dreams… Then, yes.
If this world was Errorless. Then, indeed. So am I.